Get "dressed"

From Create Your Own Story

Your wolfish eyes settle on the big pink dress, with all its frills and lacy bits. You're dedicated to the classics, after all. It would simply be tacky not to follow through.

It takes longer than you're willing to admit to squeeze into that dress. Firstly, because it's meant for an old lady and not a huge wolf monster, and secondly, because your refractory period is already over, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to squeeze your huge canine erection, knot and all, into those lacy frills. Eventually, though, you manage to make it fit, albeit with a few torn straps around the back and shoulders. You even go the extra mile; you find a thin nightcap to rest between your big wolfy ears, and even a pair of spectacles to balance atop your muzzle.

You settle on the old lady's bed. It's pitifully small for you, however. Your huge hind paws hang over the footboard, and you have to hunch with your back against the pillows, but a fit is a fit, even if the board creaks loudly with each shifting of your weight. You feel yourself beginning to salivate at the thought of your brilliant plan, and your canine cock creates a firm tent in your pink dress. Precum has already stained straight through, leaving a damp spot right over your crotch.

You're interrupted from your thoughts, however, when the door opens abruptly. You see:

• Little Red Riding Hood, as you expected
• Red's grandmother's husband